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ᝯׁ֒𝙝ׁ𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 5

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After several hours of travel, they stumbled upon a small village hidden deep within the forest. The houses were made of wood and thatch, and the people who lived there seemed to move with the grace of the animals that roamed nearby. They approached a woman tending a fire in the center of the village and introduced themselves.

"We have come seeking help," America began. "We must find the ingredients to create a potion that will save our world from darkness. We have been told that you may know where to find them."

The villagers exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and suspicion. After a tense moment, the woman who had been tending the fire stepped forward. "We have heard rumors of such a potion," she said carefully. "But the ingredients you seek are guarded fiercely. You will need to travel deep into the heart of the forest, where only the bravest or most foolish dare to tread." She said looking away " by the way my Name is Philippines" she added.

The forest surrounding the village seemed to loom larger and more ominous than ever before. As they left the relative safety of the village, the trees closed in around them, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the occasional call of a bird. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" America whispered to Poland, glancing nervously around him. "What if we get lost in there?"

"We will find our way," Poland assured him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We have each other, and we have the magic of the forest to guide us."

As they ventured deeper into the forest, they began to notice small signs pointing the way. At first, they thought they were mere coincidences, but as they followed the trail, it became clear that something or someone was leading them to their destination. The trees grew thicker and taller, the air colder and more crisp, and the undergrowth gave way to a carpet of soft moss.

"I wonder who could be behind this," America whispered, his eyes scanning the trees around them. "And why are they helping us?"

"Perhaps it is not who but what," Poland suggested. "The magic of the forest has always been known to guide those who are pure of heart. It could be that the forest spirits themselves are aiding us in our quest."

The trees seemed to part before them, revealing a small clearing in the center. At the center of the clearing stood a massive tree, its trunk as wide as two men, its branches reaching high into the canopy above. Vines twisted around the trunk, adorned with leaves of every hue imaginable. In front of the tree, a small altar had been erected, its surface covered in a variety of herbs, flowers, and fruits.

As they approached, the spirit of the tree a man came out he had a blue red and white color scheme a star patch on there eye witch was red and white "im North Korea" He said smirking "and im gonna fucking kill you" he said eyeing America befor covering his mouth and teleporting away with him.

America was now in a dungenous room. The walls were concrete and the only light was from a single dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. He lay on a cold, unforgiving metal table. His hands and feet were bound with what felt like steel cuffs. As his vision adjusted to the dim light, he saw a figure standing over him. It was a tall, imposing man dressed in a military uniform adorned with medals. His face was hidden behind a military-style mask. Then he lift it Up "well hello there america" America looked in fear i-it was "ussr" America said in fear ussr tilt his head "what scared im gonna have so much fun beating you up! "He said laughing and walked over to a metal cabinet and pulled out a rubber hose. "Time for some questions!" He said, brandishing the rubber hose menacingly.

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As the interrogation progressed, America was subjected to hours of physical and psychological torture. The rubber hose was used to beat him mercilessly, leaving welts and bruises all over his body. He was also forced to endure long periods of isolation and sleep deprivation. Throughout it all, he could hear the taunts and laughter of his captors, their voices echoing through the damp, concrete walls.

Despite the agony he was in, America refused to break. He clung to the hope that someone, somewhere, would come to rescue him. He would not give up the information that his captors so desperately sought. And so the torture continued, day after day, with no end in sight.

The next day was worse

*Americas pov*: The pain was excruciating. Every breath i took felt like a knife was being driven into my ribcage. My entire body ached, every muscle screaming in agony. I could feel the blood trickling down my back, pooling on the cold, hard surface beneath me. The room was cold, damp, the air thick with the stench of sweat and fear. And then there was the sound. The relentless thudding of the rubber hose against my flesh, the sharp intake of breath as i was forced to endure yet another blow. I could hear the laughter of my tormentor, his voice echoing through the concrete chamber like the taunts of demons.

❤side thing the song the red means i love you just came on ❤

But I wouldn't break. I wouldn't give them what they wanted. No matter how much they hurt me, I wouldn't give up the secrets that they were so desperate to extract. I clenched my teeth, gritted my jaw, and fought back the tears. I was an American, damn it. I wouldn't break.

As the hours wore on, I felt my sanity slipping away. The world had become a hazy, nightmarish landscape of pain and despair. My only solace was the distant thought that somewhere out there, someone was looking for me. They would find me, and they would bring me home.

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One day, as the interrogation reached its peak, America heard a commotion outside his cell. Footsteps echoed down the hall, growing louder and louder. He could hear muffled shouts and the sound of something breaking. Suddenly, the door to his cell flew open, and a mad and concerne Canada his brother got into the room.

"You fuckers!" Canada shouted, his voice filled with rage. He dashed towards the surprised guards, using his superior strength to overpower them. In no time, he had subdued them all, freeing America from his bonds. "C'mon, bro," he said, helping America to his feet. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

They made their way through the dungeon, avoiding guards and security cameras as best they could. They emerged into a dimly lit hallway, the concrete walls stained with mold and neglect. "Which way?" America asked, his voice hoarse from days of screaming. Canada looked at him concerne by that "not sure but Russia and Poland told me so we came up with a plane to help you"

"Thank you, Canada," America said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't begin to tell you how much this means to me." They continued down the hallway, following the faintest glimmer of light that seemed to beckon them forward. After what felt like an eternity, they reached a heavy steel door with a small window set into it. Through the window, they could see the outline of a plane waiting on the tarmac.

"Alright," Canada said, his hand resting on the door handle. "I'm going to open this up, and we're going to make a run for it. You ready?" America nodded, summoning up what little strength he had left. With a click, the door swung open, revealing a flight of stairs leading down to the tarmac. They hurried down the steps, their footfalls echoing in the predawn silence.

As they approached the plane, America could see the outline of two figures waiting by the open hatch. "They must be Poland and Russia," he whispered to his brother. "The ones who helped me escape." Canada nodded, his expression grim. They quickened their pace, finally reaching the plane and climbing aboard. The two figures turned out to be Poland and Russia, both of whom embraced America tightly

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